Riltim - Связанные Морем

I still move over in my sleep,
as if you need the room.
Some part of me is yours to keep,
it hasn't heard the news.
I get as far as letting go,
then hear a song we knew.
The hardest thing I've ever known
is how to stop choosing you.
Where does all this love go now?
Who do I give it to?
I know I'll learn to live somehow,
but I still want it to be
you. Where does all this love go now?